It was Thursday night and Zayn and I laid in bed ready to fall asleep. Since neither of us could sleep, I broke the silence.
"Zayn?" I asked him.
"Hmm?" He answered tiredly.
"Are you nervous about tomorrow night?" I asked him. I really wanted to know if reuniting him with his boys was gonna be okay for him. He hadn't seen any of them in 2 years. One Direction had stopped just about when Liam got married. Which was about 3 years ago after their 3rd album tour ended. They didn't break up. It's more like they went separate ways.
"A little bit, Hun. A little bit." he sighed. "I don't know why. I guess I'm just scared that it will be weird, and we used to be like brothers." Zayn almost choked up, but I knew he wouldn't cry. I rolled on my side to face him.
"Zayn," his big brown eyes looked into mine. "Everything will be okay. I know that it will, AND you know that you have me if it doesn't." I smiled, and he did too.
"You're right. Thanks, baby girl. Goodnight." And with that, he smiled, kissed my forehead, and his arm that was around me pulled me in close. Zayn always made me feel safe, and I always hoped I made him feel the same.
Before I fell asleep, I thought about tomorrow and what'd it be like. I'd never met Harry's girlfriend, never bonded with any of the boys' girls, I didn't know if anybody would like my food, and I didn't know how everybody would get along. There was a lot on my mind, but one thing was bouncing around in my mind. What if the boys were One Direction again?
